Yeah.. today I accidently deleted an entire thread I created called "How do you feel right now?" It may be a good thing since I was the only one who participated in it,lol. Okay... except one comment that I truly appreciated . Someone read the question and answered it, amazing concept ay?

I suppose it was a little redundant since I can type the same answer in here, another thread which only one other person participated in !! It's okay, I won't take it personally as long as you (whoever YOU are) don't think I'm self-centered, cause I'm not !!I am running out of info. I want to give the cyber world about myself. There is some interesting stuff but sharing it,hmm.

Not that I can stay on top of all current events but I do try at least somewhat to know what is going on with the world and use my voice to spread some of it.

Reality can suck, so can our possible future BUT to be aware of it is most important. It is possible to make some changes. I'm talking about politics, world events, disasters,etc. The Occupy movement is just getting started, it will be interesting to see what becomes of it. It needs some organization.

I was happy to see 36 members of Congress want our US General Attorney- Eric Holder, kicked out. Most likely cause of the ATF fiasco, giving guns to Mexicans that would kill innocent people! Unbelievable that anyone would think this was a smart idea. Will he resign? I don't know but he should. From what I heard, the president signed the orders for the go ahead. I can't stand Obama by the way, he has caused way too much damage and has not been "transparent" about it whatsover! Anyone remember Obama's campaign words, change and transparency? The changes he has made are definitely NOT what I had in mind.

This isn't so much about me but about what I received from a stranger today on a social site. First of all he is a One Photo Guy. Doesn't he know how paranoid we all are of the One Photo Guy? He already admitted (only because I prodded him to)that it was taken when he was 35 (maybe younger), he is 49 now.

Then there is the fact his 26 yr old son and his brother both live with him and his parents live on the same street in the wonderful city of Whittier. The SAME street that he grew up on.

He has given his whole work history which means he might be able to retire from in 16 short years. *I have to add this because someone cynical may turn this into something else here. It means he is living a mediocre life in general. He may as well have said, I eat the same thing every day, I then watch TV for 3.5 hrs and go to bed precisely at 10PM. I wake up in the morning and I start it all over again. I say "just kill me now"

He already complained about his ex-girlfriend. I could go on but why?

At least my excitement lasted only 2 minutes, from the "nudge". First email was bad, second one killed it :(
I just typed the "Good Luck" sign off to him, do you think he will understand what it means?

In case you, the reader here doesn't know, it may mean good luck, but it also means " don't bother contacting me again, please!!"

Update; My friend totally adbonished me about my outlook on this guy, he didn't read this, he didn't have to. There are people who live this way and as long as they are happy then I am happy for them. I just don't want to join their party.
I don't know what my life has in store for me, it may be mediocre at times too. Maybe I will enjoy eating the same thing for breakfast for the rest of my entire freaking life,lol, maybe not. I will only eat it if I feel like it though. At least I hope I have a choice.

I was just thinking about how we had this long, boat of a car, maybe a Chrysler Newport,maybe something else, I do remember it was light blue. The part I remember most was it had an big arm-rest you could lower down in the front seat. That arm-rest was for me to sit on !!! Forget there was no seatbelt or the fact I would have been catapulted through the front windshield had we been in an accident,lol. My parents had enough kids, losing one wouldn't have made much of a difference, kidding.My only thought was how cool it was that I could see out the front windshield!! I have got the one-up on everybody having to seat in the back seat :) Back then safety was not much of an issue. Before we had the car with the armrest, there was just the front seat. My mom told me years after the fact that she thought I broke my nose on the dashboard when I was one. You know the extended arm trick the driver would use when having to brake suddenly? Well her arm didn't quite do the job good enough and so I went...into the dashboard. That was the beginning of my record of getting slammed into something in a car.

There were other safety issues, not all with me but with one of us. I remember someone sticking bobby pins in the electrical sockets, me swallowing a coin and my mom just turned me upside down to get it out ,yes it is true. Running home from the park with a jawbreaker stuck in my throat,..fun times. Lighting things on fire ... ping pong balls were pretty cool to watch burn up. I have a guilt complex over pulling the legs of spiders and burning them alive with a magnifying glass, outside with the sun's help of course. Eating mud pies, dirt has an interesting flavor.lol.

We all managed to make it through somehow and had tons of fun in the process. Only a few trips to the Emergency Room for all of us combined.

Happy to share, thank you for those kind words. There isn't any doubt that the absence of my father had an impact. Yes, hurt is one of the many words that could describe my feelings back then. I was able to express to him later in my life my thoughts and feelings.

The most interesting aspect was that I was there for him, in his life helping him until he passed a few years ago. In fact, when he passed after a long battle with a host of medical issues, and because he had no money to speak of, I paid for the entire burial cost. Everyone in the family including my Aunt (Dads sister) said they couldn't help with any of the cost.

I was happy I had the chance to have a heart to heart with him about many things that had been on my mind. I was not angry, upset, hurt, sad or disappointed. You might wonder whether or not I was able to forgive him, at that point. I was at peace there wasn't anything to forgive, he was my father, I loved him. Although to be candid, I don't think he ever forgave himself.

The really sad part was that my youngest brother to this day struggles with a number of issues related to the absence during childhood. He didn't have the opportunity to speak with him when he was here. With Dad now buried he continues to struggle with a host of unresolved issues.

I definitely agree that the grass isn't always greener....However, in many ways I am a better person because of my father. We may not have control of some of the things that happens in life, but we are the captains' of our ship. Our struggle to grow requires, that we overcome certain moral obstacles such as jealousy, envy, conceit, and resentment or else we become imobilized by our inability to understand.

As a combat veteran I've had many responsibilities none greater than the one to those who with whom I served. I am most proud of that service and the fine men and women who have continued that tradition.

There are some who think most soliders are pro war, in my experience the opposite is closer to the truth. Having witnessed firsthand the horrors of war, it should never, ever be chosen except as a last option.

After a number of years in the military, I used my hard earned, G.I Bill to go to school. Evetually I moved back to my hometown where I began a long career as an criminal investigator for a sex crimes unit. While my work has had its rewards, it has been one of the hardest in my life, for more reasons than most would ever know. On that note I'll close until next time. Take care.

I'm starting to feel like typing bullet points for my autobiography...or maybe I should start like this ?

I was born on the wrong side of the tracks. Really it was the wrong side of 8 Mile but tracks sound more intriguing. We were a medium-sized Catholic family of 8. It wasn't till there were 10 to 12 (or more) before you would be considered a big family, those were our neighbors.

I was born in Detroit then we moved out to California, my parents bought a house and just one yr. later we packed up and moved back to Detroit. We moved only one block away from our old house, I was only two when we moved back so I am and will always remain a Michigan girl no matter how many years have gone by since I left and returned to California.

I would have to say I am so glad we moved back to Detroit. All the good and all the bad experienced there helped make me who I am and for the most part I like who I am. Some people don't realize the difference in people in different states. I don't mean to sound negative about Californians but in general they are a different bunch than Michiganders are. I have found some good Californians so it isn't all bad, I take each person as an individual.

I also lived on the same street for about 22 years and yet had some extreme changes occur there. I could say it was like a little bit of Heaven that turned ( to a degree) into a glimpse of Hell but what would I be without those experences?

Just came into the room, wasn't sure what to expect. I have to say it was interesting reading. I do want to thank you for sharing.

I was one of five children I was the middle child, two older and two younger. In looking back I'd say there were many more positives than negatives. Having two older brothers was a great experience, I always looked up to both of them. Of course, having the two brothers meant I was twice as likely to get their hand me downs. However, they were both pretty hard on clothes, which meant that on some ocassions there wasn't much left to hand down.

Having been raised in a single parent home meant there it was a struggle making ends meet. However, in the neighborhood where I grew up this was the norm rather than the exception. In some ways my experience didn't seem all that different from the majority of my friends. It doesn't mean that I had a sheltered life, no not at all. As a youngster I never quite understood why my mother and father weren't together. Especially given the rare times when my dad would come see us on those rare ocassions.

I suppose as children there is the tendency to feel a sense of responsibility for the things that happen in our lives. Of course, we reach a point when the realization that most of what happens is beyond our control. For some the realization is no consolation as the damage to the psyche slowly takes hold. Children are incredibily resilient and will often overcome some very difficult experiences. A quality that serves all of us at some point time.

I hope to continue my story in my next post, perhaps it will act as some sort of cartharis from once forgotten and buried memories. Unitl next time, and I do hope others will find their way here and join this exchange.

Welcome Machevilli and thanks for posting :) Thanks too for your kind words. It is always interesting to hear someone's story. We may learn something from a stranger, whether it is good or bad, we can all stand to learn more. It also helps us to stereotype less and be more compassionate towards others.So you said you grew up without your father in the household. While I am sorry that you may have been hurt because he wasnt there, it may have actually been the best thing for you and you just didn't know. I only wish my father was NOT in my house!! You see the grass is not always greener on the other side, just saying.Thanks for sharing and don't hesitate to post more later!

Just came into the room, wasn't sure what to expect. I have to say it was interesting reading. I do want to thank you for sharing.

I was one of five children I was the middle child, two older and two younger. In looking back I'd say there were many more positives than negatives. Having two older brothers was a great experience, I always looked up to both of them. Of course, having the two brothers meant I was twice as likely to get their hand me downs. However, they were both pretty hard on clothes, which meant that on some ocassions there wasn't much left to hand down.

Having been raised in a single parent home meant there it was a struggle making ends meet. However, in the neighborhood where I grew up this was the norm rather than the exception. In some ways my experience didn't seem all that different from the majority of my friends. It doesn't mean that I had a sheltered life, no not at all. As a youngster I never quite understood why my mother and father weren't together. Especially given the rare times when my dad would come see us on those rare ocassions.

I suppose as children there is the tendency to feel a sense of responsibility for the things that happen in our lives. Of course, we reach a point when the realization that most of what happens is beyond our control. For some the realization is no consolation as the damage to the psyche slowly takes hold. Children are incredibily resilient and will often overcome some very difficult experiences. A quality that serves all of us at some point time.

I hope to continue my story in my next post, perhaps it will act as some sort of cartharis from once forgotten and buried memories. Unitl next time, and I do hope others will find their way here and join this exchange.

I have to say I think profiles with no posted photos rude. It is disappointing to see profiles with very limited info. on them too.

I have made quite an effort on this site to let people know what I am about and how I present myself to the public. It is only fair that you do the same. What on Earth do you expect from anyone as a reply when you may as well be a ghost? Not interested in playing detective to figure out who you are! Enough said.

As much as I like Rainbows and Butterflies I tend to base myself in reality. In an area where people seem to be walking around in comas and prefer NOT to be aware, my feeling is it is better to be aware. As one person I may not be able to make much of a difference but if there are others and we stand UNITED in this United States then just maybe we can make at least part of the change we need. The occupy movement is just starting. Hopefully they will get more organized and the mainstream media will choose to interview more intelligent people instead of the stoned, flute player that I have seen a few times on the local southern California news.

I am supporting Ron Paul for president in 2012. He seems to be the only candidate that cannot be bought and isn't a flipflopper. He is the real CHANGE we need !!

P.S. Unfortunitely I am limited on this site , I can't post a link or copy & paste articles. II would use this as my podium if I could.

I was the "baby" of my family. People tend to think it means you were spoiled which was the farthest thing from the truth. It means you grow up the toughest, you are on your own and no one cares about taking pictures either!!

Mostly anything good that you have gets stolen or broken by your siblings and Hand Me Downs are the norm. Your mom thinks you can walk to school for Kindergarten and not get lost. Your siblings enjoy scaring you nearly to death, your voice doesn't get heard,etc.,etc.

I have learned a lot since then. Two good words to use is SO WHAT if I feel any shyness creeping up. So what if people don't like you or think something about you that you would rather not have them think. They usually don't have a clue what you're about in the first place. The only being that truly matters what He thinks of me is God.

You know this concept of telling something worked fantastically in another forum I'm in. I am not self-centered but I am gonna make the effort to continue this so....I love checking out all kinds of classic vehicles. The Rod Run Cruise is tonight , should be fun :)